I've been trying to post a new poem every other day or so on my blog. I've been working towards articulating a New Objectivity/Post-expressionism and sometimes explore the Quantum Aesthetic through character studies.

Two post-modern poems:

"Border Crossings"

I. preparation

weeding garden rows—a farmer grabs hold and shakes loose the root from host
a cheerful alter... candy skulls, candles, photos of a granddaughter
acrid marigolds adorn the bread of the dead—sweet blood and crossed bones

II. ritual

daily 'cross water... daughter's worth her weight in gold preens the proud father
cut off by the wall... come Día de los Muertos! ...sounds a distant call
she cooks and cleans well, wires money home without fail—only time will tell

III. danse macabre

a trumped up offense... the Hispanic minuteman's been flung o'er the fence
nowhere left to go... IDs and money stolen south of Laredo
the gravedigger knows—he buries alambristas in the unmarked rows

"untitled"

Pray to me when
You don't believe. That song
You can't recall, you know the one...that's me.
Forget the scar, I am the grader of your dreams.
I call the dog that licks away your youth.
Turn away, I pull the sheet that hides your face.
I steal the pill that dims the world.
I am the magician with no tricks; the surreal; the sad clown;
Clever comeback too late; the bad haircut;
Cheap and dirty clothes; an empty store;
Where the carnival was; money spent;
The collector of rent; that sinking in your gut;
The cry cut short;
Names of babies never born;
The blood run out;
The unrequited;
The rationalization for the excuse...
I'm all that could have been or might but isn't.
I've come to snatch the laughter from your lungs.
I've come to win.
I've just begun.